
Winter mood pic. We’re in the odd place where it’s warm but the trees are still winter bare.
Still, the morning walk was refreshing.
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I give myself permission to grieve and I do it through poetry and music. That’s what creativity is for, that expression of soul.
As I think things over and look at the big picture, I feel the saying We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience is profoundly true. 1
What matters most in life is not the material; that’s only a theater play, an illusion that at the end collapses. What matters is the spirit, the soul, whatever you call the numinous, ineffable part of existence.